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A man stands in the doorway like a small child
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angry fists
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she lies on her bed her head buried in her pillow
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and she stares at the moon
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he speaks to her all the words shes heard too many times before
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and pretty soon she just let's his voice fade away
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and she thinks...
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This was a gradual steel frost
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that started with cold feet
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and ended with numb hearts
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This was once satisfying sex but now no longer is
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It was once filled with the possibilities of new china or old stone
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but now it's exaggerated and waterlogged no longer what these
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hands had
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intended and still I cry in my sleep
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He always said I was too sensitive,
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but I say
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(chorus)
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at least I never meant to make him cry.
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at least I never meant to make him hurt that way
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Nooo I never meant to make him cry
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Never meant to make him hurt that way
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Yes it's true, I'm too sensitive
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but he takes pleasure in my pain.
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Yes it's true, I'm too sensitive
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but he takes pleasure in my pain.
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And the unheard hours they fly by
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she goes to the window
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she puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair
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he's already asleep
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by the time she
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goes and lays herself back down.
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she thinks
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my god, what am i doing hear?
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My bones have grown tired of his hunger, of his gray eyes,
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and I feel if I were to stay one more night here I'd die or explode
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or worse yet just fade away.
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There have been days so dark that I felt like august
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and that I soon too would turn to fall.
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he always said I was too sensitive that if I cared so much
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the world could kill me that way.
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I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply always been this
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inarticulate,
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cause i say
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And she get's out of bed and looks at her feet as though they
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were the wings for her freedom
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she gets up and goes to the door
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it's a moment in which anything can happen
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instead she gets out some clothing
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puts it in a bag and leaves him sleeping
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while she heads for the door
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His Pleasure Is My Pain
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| Jewel |
